Wednesday, April 30, 2008

A lot more difficult when your current life is more drama-filled than you would like and the heart and soul slowly grinds like tectonic plates.One of these days, many years from now when I’m wheezing away on my deathbed and watching my life flash before my eyes for the last time – I’ll soak in the life that I saw and say…God damn, I’m glad that’s over.And die.

wear the same shirt everydayand know that being on the computer often is a a waste of timeand that iphones, pods, tunes and pee freelys are nothing but jokesin the grand scheme of things

Snails, brittle stars, sea spiders and some marine worms

sometimes cry when Sigur Ros playswhen memories flood parched circumstances and realitieswhen clothes don't fit anymoreand what you knew versus what you do nowdon't do anything but blow doubt into the ventricles of your tired heart

if every silentworldly thinghad a voiceabout everythingthen nothing would be saidabout anything becausethe majority of God's childrenwould rather talk aboutSnails, brittle stars, sea spiders and some marine worms

I made friends with a dog that I thought was homeless tonight. I took care of her for a bit and was concerned/freaked out, thinking that I now had to do some investigative work or take in a dog that my landlord would never let me have. Ends up that that her owner doesn't keep an eye on her too well AND it ends up that you should never give a dog chicken when you have no dog food around.

Because now she won't leave. She's been outside my kitchen door, bedroom door, back gate and front door. I've been in this type of situation before but usually it's not a dog but a person that smells of cheap perfume or a friend that needs a place to stay for a month but ends up eating all of your food for the following six months. I'm doomed to these type of situations eternally.

In my past life I must have been Mother Teresa or....ummm...Doctor Doom.